*plays The Jedi Order’s Next Top Model Instead Of Fighting Vader*

reasons to love harrison ford

1. hates donald trump 2. got his ear pierced at claires because why not 3. legit asks people to beat him up in action scenes EVEN NOW AS AN OLD MAN 4. is arguably one of the most iconic star wars characters yet couldnt give less of a crap abt star wars 5. the universe tried to kill him (or at least permanently incapacitate him) twice in 2015 and it only mildly inconvenienced him 6. flies helicopters in search and rescue missions 7. was in his 40s for the majority of the indiana jones series which is insane when you think about all the stunts involved 8. quote “the director yells cut and harrison cracks open a beer and then builds a fucking shed” 9. arguably sexy 10. points angrily and its super effective

This is the Way

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

genre: smut, romance, minors dni

word count: 1.7k

summary: It can be hard to understand Din and his creed, but the two of you try to make it work anyway.

warnings: oral (receiving), piv, creampie, use of a blindfold (helmet is off but the rest is covered), mild choking, slightly possessive!din, mild breeding kink, multiple orgasms, soft!din

a/n: I originally posted this about wanting to write reader moaning 'this is the way' as din comes inside and after seeing the excitement it generated I decided to actually go on and write it. I want to thank @pedropascalsx @redahlia-writes and @batdarkladyvampir for convincing me that this is what the world needed lmaodfvdf

You’re not a Mandalorian, not even in the slightest. So when circumstances force you to partner up with one, you’re not really sure how to behave. You don’t quite understand their beliefs, but as Din explains more and more about it —seeing that he’s passionate— you try your best to understand. It is hard. Especially when your feelings for each other end up being more than just comradery. You’ve never seen his face, nor felt his skin. You’ve only felt the stretch of his cock. 

Still, you don’t mind. This is his belief, his creed. He’s a good man and does his best to understand you, it’s only common sense that you do the same. 

The first time you heard it, you had to suppress your giggle behind your hand. This is the way, he had said to another Mandalorian. the Armorer, Din had told you. Both of them looked at you —what you assumed— judgementally but it was hard to tell with only a visor glaring at you. 

You weren’t sure what made it so humorous to you. Truly, you didn’t. But soon it became a habit of teasing Din about it. Whenever he did anything that put you in inconvenience you would utter the words: This is not the way. Or there were moments he put himself in front of you to shield you from harm —in some terrifying moments he even begged you to leave him behind— then the sentence would come out angrily as a reminder: This is not the way, I won’t leave you. 

Din never remarked on it. He didn’t seem bothered, sometimes he would stiffen but was quick to loosen up when he saw your teasing smile. 

“Di—in”, you whimper, voice breaking. “Don’t stop,” 

You see nothing but darkness. The itchy fabric of Din’s scarf makes the skin around your eyes itch uncontrollably. But it’s hard to care when his tongue is between your folds, licking at your clit enthusiastically. Reaching out, you grab a fistful of his hair and tug him closer. He obliges with a grunt. You feel him drawing your aching clit between his lips and sucking around it. Your thighs tighten around his head. With your hips slightly lifting off of the cot, you attempt to grind against him but stop at the last second. Your mouth is full of unwanted saliva, pleasure, and lust buzzing in your veins like a drug. 

“Do it,” you hear him groan into your sex, his voice thick with lust and a hint of amusement. “Use me. Do whatever you want, I’ll take whatever you give me,” 

“Maker…Din,” A breath mixed with a chuckle falls from your lips. “I don’t even know how to speak anymore,” 

Din hums and kissed your folds as if he would your actual lips. His tongue sneaks between them, his lips moving along them slowly—tenderly. The scruff of his cheeks provides a pleasant tingle as it chafes against the delicate skin of your thighs. You whisper his name like a prayer and start to grind against him. Your eyes roll back, the reverberations of his groans sending another jolt of pleasure throughout your body. 

With the newly found ache, your fingers twitch and you let go of his hair. Your chest stutters as you desperately search for a place to hold on. The tips of your fingers feel numb. 

Then you feel something warm and leathery curl between your fingers, stabilizing your frantic movements. You sigh with the feeling of Din’s fingers interlacing with yours, he pulls you down closer, his tongue drawing quick circles around your clit. Your back arches as you surrender yourself completely to him. Your lower body quivers uncontrollably, your jaw locked with bliss. 

Din draws your orgasm out of you steady and slow, his fingers never part from you— He even helps you when he feels your need to roll your hips against him. When that happens he simply pulls and pushes, forcing the sway of your hips as he moves his mouth up and down your folds. Stars burst beneath your eyelids. Your body jolts and quakes, he never once falters as you soak him, your insides clench. 

His tongue and mouth feel amazing but you ached to be filled. Din slowly peels his fingers away from you, kissing the inside of your thighs one by one as he parts away. Your hips jerk without prompt, feeling slightly alert when his heat disappears, you raise your head. 

“Din?” 

“Don’t worry I’m here,” you hear his low, breathy, chuckle. “Just admiring you,” 

“How about you fuck me instead?” You grin. 

A loud gasp tears from your throat when he notches the fat head of his cock at your entrance and keeps himself still. You can feel his eyes on you, eating you up to the bone. You reach out for his face, you can’t find it first but he leans down, allowing you to caress his cheek. You still wonder what he might look like. 

“Please don’t tease me, Din.” 

You feel him smiling. He nuzzles the inside of your palm, his lips kissing the heel of your hand. 

“Yeah, okay,” 

Din sets a brutal pace right from the get-go. His hands squeeze your hips, he groans as he rams into you again and again. Your mind blacks out. He feels so good inside, your body reaching a new panel of euphoria. Your hand drops away from his cheek, in a blissful state of frenzy, you grab your tits and squeeze them, the pads of your thumbs brushing against your nipples. His cock throbs, his breathing uneven and heavy. He pushes your hands out of the way, his lips and mouth replacing your thumb. The tip of his tongue drags sloppily across your breasts, lavishing them with wet kisses and loud groans.  

“Gonna come,” he grunts with clenched teeth. “Where– Where?” 

“Inside,” 

You don’t know what prompted you to say it; it could’ve been the pleasure fogging your mind, or it could’ve been something entirely else. You don’t know. 

Din comes with your name blossoming on his lips, your chest heaves as he spills into you. You feel nice, warm, and safe. His hips slow into a grinding motion and his teeth sink into the swell of your breast. 

“This is the way.” 

It’s a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. You don’t realize what you’ve moaned aloud until he stills completely, a question blurting from his lips. 

“What?” 

Your heart nearly leaps from your chest, your eyes bugging out underneath the blindfold. You would’ve covered your mouth if your body hadn’t been simmering in pleasure at that very moment. 

“Din, I’m so sorry—” you speak quickly, panic and fear closing up your throat. “I–I swear I didn’t mean it that way. It just…It kinda came out. I wasn’t trying to mock—” 

“You…You, did you just say this is the way?” he’s still breathless from his orgasm. The way his voice drops makes you clench around him, he hisses and pushes deeper. “Fuck—You actually said that while I was coming inside,” 

It’s phrased as a question but it’s not. Another meek sorry falls from your damp lips. You think he’s angry but he’s not, quite the contrary, Din feels a sense of accomplishment. However, he’s confused as to why he feels that way. His cock twitches with interest and he looks down. He takes a sharp inhale when he sees how wet everything is; your pretty pussy glistening and his cock shining, the sheets underneath dark with you and him. 

This is the way, you had said, just as he was fucking you full of himself. This is the way. 

He knows you have trouble understanding, he appreciates you trying anyway. But you saying that when the two of were conjoined both emotionally and physically— It proves to him that you understand it more than he had thought, more than you had thought. 

“Din?” you call out, when his gaze drops he feels a sense of guilt for leaving you hanging. He can see the pinch of your brows peeking above the makeshift blindfold, the corners of your lips quivering with worry. 

Instead of saying anything, Din pulls out and tugs you with him until you’re both outside of the narrow cot. His fingers curl around your throat and his lips touch your ear. 

“I’m not mad,” he says in one breath, the length of his cock movies between your soaked folds. “You have no idea what you just did to me, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore,” 

You moan at his words and your head falls to his shoulder, exposing more of your neck. The trust you put in him —combined with the use of his creed’s saying— makes something inside of him snap. His hand remains on your throat as his arm snakes around your waist, his cock slides into you with ease. 

“You’re full of me,” he states. His fingers twitch above your stomach. “I’m going to fill you up even more,” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Your world spins as he ruts into you, slick and cum threading down your thighs. He’s a man unhinged, hips moving at an incredible speed and velocity while at the same time holding you up. Your lower back bends at the way he forces you to arch for him. Your fingers brush against the knuckles of the hand that’s around your throat. 

“Say it again,” he growls. “Say it, mesh’la.” 

“This is the way,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. You feel his whole body shaking, wet noises fill the ship. “This is the way, this is the way, this is the way—!” 

Your back nearly snaps into two as your second orgasm rushes up and down your body. With a whimper, your hands reach back to his head and tug at his hair. Din, in contrast with himself before, kisses your shoulder, tongue gently moving around the skin and tasting you. A second later you realize that he’s pulsing deep inside you, spilling into you for the second time today. 

You sigh heavenly, and his lips move along the slope of your shoulder. 

“This is the way,” he murmurs, voice swelling with emotion. 

“This is the way,” you repeat, still not sure what it was that got him so enamored. It isn’t the first time you’ve said it. 

Din turns you around, your chest flushed against his chest plate, you feel his lips on your right eye first, then your left. Then he moves to your lips, his kiss soft and tender. You smile.  

It isn’t your first time using the saying, and you don’t understand, but you will. 

Eventually. 

Don’t make me regret this.

Leia Organa - A Leader Named Leia, Illustration by Brian Rood

His Girl

Part two to this ask I wrote for @rexsjaigeyes. This wouldn’t exist without her and her amazing ideas! Also, thank you to @justwastelandbabyy for the dialog inspiration for Wrecker!

This can be read as a stand-alone piece.

NSFW 18+ Only

Wrecker x Reder x Hunter x Echo

Reader is afab female with she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: PiV sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masterbation (male), cum eating, semi-public sex

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Seeking Serenity

summary: Mando, overcome with anxiety in the aftermath of a risky event, needs you to bring him back to reality—and asks for much more along the way.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: anxiety attack, angst, hurt/comfort, references to death/violence, fluff

rating: T

word count: 2.953k

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Nothing has frightened you more than the sound of a Mandalorian’s voice breaking.

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Ming-Na Wen’s Walk of Fame Ceremony on 30th May, 2023

Growing up my Chinese name may not have fit or made me feel like I fit in white suburbia, in Hollywood even, or even in America. It made me feel like an outsider, a foreigner. But it also made me more determine to make it belong. You know, hell, if they can say Arnold Schwarzenegger, they can say Ming-Na Wen.

“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*

*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*

*takes a nap*

Blurred Lines - Chapter Three: Ethereal

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: oof we really bumped it up from the last chapter let’s see grinding/dry humping, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, one single female x female kiss, mentions of bisexualism, some fluff

Summary: After landing on Coruscant, you decide to go out to eat before working the job you landed for. Seeing you dance with others makes Din a bit more possessive over you, and he finds himself getting carried away when you voice your feelings for him.

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The first realization you have when you open your eyes is that you’re completely alone in the darkness of Mando’s metal bunk. Your eyebrows furrow down as you frown. How did he get up without waking you? Why didn’t he wake you? Your inquiries cease when you remind yourself of the incredibly intimate moment you shared with the Mandalorian just hours ago. He finally expressed his feelings to you. He opened himself up to you more than he ever has before. In his own way, he showed you how special you’ve become to him.

You sit up and feel your way around the bunk until your fingers fall on the control pad. You press the button to retract the door, revealing to you the very empty hull. It’s dark still, only illuminated by the faint glow of buttons scattered along the ship’s interior. There’s the slight hum that you’ve become quite familiar with. You’re still in hyperspace, which is fitting. Mando did say it would take a few days to get there. Your feet settle on the cold floor as you scan your surroundings. You decide it’s best to get ready for the day before going up to see him and the child, so you slide out of the bunk to grab your bags before heading to the ‘fresher.

When you visit the bathroom, you’re pleasantly surprised by your reflection. Your bruise has faded and after removing the bandage, you see a healed wound on your outer arm. Maybe a shower wouldn’t be such a bad idea, it’s been a couple days since you’ve had one. Lucky for you the Crest has an enormous water tank, so you take your time. The hot water feels amazing against your skin, and your ribs are officially back to their natural tone. Suddenly, you smell the scent that engulfed Mando’s bunk, and your eyes shoot open. There’s no way he’d come in here while you’re bathing. You quickly realize it’s his soap sitting along the shelf of the wall. Something about that scent excites you beyond reason. Its smell is so comforting and clean, you make sure to embed it into your memory.

“Hey,” you say as the door to the cockpit slides open.

Stepping inside, you see the little one nestled in his pram, and surprisingly, he’s playing with one of his newer toys. When his large eyes meet yours, he squeals and reaches for you. One of your favorite sights in the entire galaxy. After picking the child up, you stride over to the man sitting in the pilot’s chair. You scan his movements and notice that he’s punching in new coordinates.

“Are we changing course?”

“We’re running low on fuel, and there’s a planet close by. I’ve done some jobs there before. Figured we could stop and earn some extra credits on our way.” he turns his visor slightly, looking back towards you. “You up for that?”

“Yeah of course! Nevarro has been painfully dull lately, I’m dying to work a new job.”

He goes on to tell you that he’s contacted an old friend of his on Coruscant. The contact’s name is Aian, and he’s the leader of an organization aimed at targeting and destroying Imperial outposts stationed across the planet. Apparently, Aian and his associates plan to rendezvous at a currently undisclosed location on the outskirts of the city with a group that claims to have information on an Imperial base. You and Mando will serve as extra security.

“Seems like an easy job, but nothing is ever easy on Coruscant.” He explains. “We’ll be landing in about an hour. They’ll contact us with more information once we land. The engagement will happen tomorrow morning.”

Sounds like a plan, now all you have to do is relax and wait to get there. And while you wait, you decide to sit down and bounce the little green critter in your lap. He giggles as he tries his best to hang on to his small metal car.

“Hey buddy, I missed you lately! How’ve you been since you’ve been away? Have you been bored without me? Well, I’ve been bored without you, let me tell ya.”

He stares up at you with such focus, you could swear he knew the meaning of each and every word that left your mouth. Sometimes he’d even babble back to you, and you wonder if one day you’ll be credited for teaching him how to speak. Once you’re done catching him up on your recent endeavors, or rather, lack thereof, you wonder if he’s been fed. Mando’s gotten used to feeding the child while piloting the Crest, so he’s stored some food up here for him.

“You want a snack?” you ask, holding up a bag of his favorite fruit after rummaging through the small storage bin stashed under your seat. Without hesitation, it flies through the air and into his little palms as he erupts with laughter.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you chuckle before turning to his dad. “Why didn’t you wake me when you got up?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh…” you say, pondering his response. Your thoughts lead you to reminisce in last night’s memories once again. It’s still so hard to believe that the Mandalorian was armor-less and cuddled up against you, it almost seems like it could have all been a dream.

“It wouldn’t have bothered me.” You reply, smiling sweetly even though he can’t see it. After a few moments of silence, you find yourself become curious to learn more about him.

“Did you have any dreams?” you wonder.

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, did you dream at all last night?”

“No… I, I don’t think I ever dream.” He states, his voice lingering with uncertainty.

“What? Really? That must be, well… kind of boring.” You huff out a laugh.

“Well, what do you dream about?”

“It depends. Last night I hardly dreamt at all, I could barely even sleep.” At this he turns his chair around to face you.

“Were you… not comfortable?” he sounds sad almost, and definitely unsure of himself. Both emotions you’ve hardly ever seen him express.

“No!” you reach out, placing a hand on his knee while balancing the child on yours. “Last night was so nice, I…. I loved it. I guess I was just surprised you did all of that. It took a minute for it to set in.”

“Do you… not want me to do that again?” his voice hesitates as he speaks, clearly treading through unknown territory. This is your chance to reciprocate his affections.

“I loved being that close to you.” You want him to do that again so badly, but you don’t want to push your luck. “I want you to do whatever makes you comfortable.” You express your feelings to him as genuinely as you can while staring at his visor with kind eyes.

“I’m comfortable with you.” He nods forward slightly at the last word, his voice quieter than before. You smile gently at him as your chest squeezes with joy. When you’d accepted his offer to join him on this mission, you had no idea it would go in this direction, but you’re thrilled it has.

You realize once you land that it’s only midafternoon and you have an entire day to kill before settling in for the night. Mando’s landed the Crest just outside the city walls, which you’re thankful for. You’re close enough to the edge of the city that you’re likely not far from the rendezvous location, but you’re far enough away to not be bothered by the crowds of people you hear in the distance. He’s also managed to land near a wooded area, providing a small amount of coverage.

“Are you hungry?” Mando asks, turning his seat around again to face you.

“Yeah, I could eat.” you poke your finger under the child’s chin, giving him a few tiny tickles. “You’re probably still full. You ate three bags of that fruit!”

“We can eat the food I’ve stored here, or we could head into town.”

“Aren’t we low on credits?” You don’t want to spend too much of his money unnecessarily, but the idea of going out to eat does actually sound pretty nice.

“Not too low.” He responds, likely reading the tinge of excitement in your voice. You grin up at him after thinking for a moment.

“Then… let’s eat out.”

You are beyond excited he agreed to go out for the night. You and Mando never did things like this during your past trips, and on Nevarro, you rarely went out. Other than going to work and then to the bars with Cara, you usually stayed at home. It has been years since your last visit an actual restaurant or anything nicer than the side street dive bars on the planet you’ve grown to call home.

When landing, you saw bits and pieces of the city. The streets were lit up with colorful lights as lively music danced through the air, it looked beautiful and so enjoyable. Because of this, you make sure to grab your nicest set of robes. You’d packed them just in case you came across a rare situation where you’d need the fancy attire, and you’re thanking your past self for having the foresight to do so.

Your most decorative robe is gently tucked inside a small box at the bottom of your backpack. You pull it out and hold it in front of you, admiring the delicate fabric. This outfit has fewer pieces than your daily sets, and the robe is also longer. The robe flows down over your body, nearly to your feet as it hides your short, strapless dress underneath; both pieces a deep, midnight black. Silver gems line the edges of the fabric, and you bet they’ll shine brightly under the city’s multicolored lights.

After dressing yourself and tying the laces of your black sandals up your calves, you go into the ‘fresher to do your hair. It’s been in a braid for the past few hours, and once you unweave it, the strands fall gracefully into soft curls. Taking a step back, you marvel at your reflection. Back on Nevarro, there wasn’t really a dress code for your status underneath the marshal. You could wear whatever you wanted as long as you could fight in it. You wore your robes daily, and always adorned yourself in the jewelry you currently had on, but you’d never gotten tired of the sight. While some may call you self-absorbed for your personal admiration, you prefer to call it superior self-love. Multiple rings hold themselves around your small fingers, and your ears are lined with multiple jeweled piercings. You also wore a silver necklace, matching your silver nose ring. You apply a face cream you packed and even opt to curl your eyelashes. Once satisfied with your look, you turn to exit the small steel room.

The Mandalorian’s footsteps are loud as he descends the rodded steps after enclosing the child in his pram for the night. You turn on your heels and skip out of the bathroom as he hops down onto the floor, greeting him with a smile plastered across your face.

“Ready?” you ask giddily as the warrior turns to face you.

“Where did you…”

“I packed it, just in case.” You explain before he can finish, grabbing the edges of your robe and swirling it around you softly.

“I haven’t worn it in years. Cara and I don’t really get out much, beside the taverns.” You giggle. Your smile fades slightly as you look back up at him standing motionless in front of you.

“Is it too much?” you frown, looking back down at the fabric. Perhaps you’d gotten a bit carried away.

" No, it's..." he clears his throat, "you look nice."

Since Mando’s been here before, you let him show you around. He says he knows of a restaurant that’s close by and leads you there without stopping at any of the surrounding stores or buildings, his hand falling to its now normal spot on your lower back. Though your stomach is growling uncontrollably, you wish you could stop for a moment to take in your surroundings. There are countless ships and other hovering transports darting through the sky above you. The skyscrapers take on multiple shapes and sizes, each projecting different colored lights. All around you are people of each and every creed and bloodline, striding and dancing through the streets of the overly crowded city. Musicians line the streets as they plane instruments you’ve never even seen before. Sadly, the walk is short. You’re led to a small restaurant with a line leading out the front door. To your surprise, each of the individuals step out of the way as Mando strides forward past them, opening the door for you to walk through.

The first thing you notice once inside is the music coming from the band at the front of the large room. It’s lively and fun, and the musicians are clearly having a great time performing. The room is lit up with red and yellow lights and tables and booths line the outer walls, allowing the center of the establishment to be used as a dancefloor for couples and friends enjoying their night. You glance around the room and notice nearly everyone’s eyes turn to you. Well, not really you. They’re focused on the dangerous man behind you. No matter where you go, everyone always seems to be shocked at the sight of a Mandalorian.

Four men stand in the corner off to the side. By the way they’re dressed, you guess they’re the restaurant’s hosts. They bicker quietly amongst each other as they occasionally glance back at you and the Mandalorian, seemingly nervous to serve him. Eventually, one of the men comes over to greet the two of you and begins leading you to a booth. Mando’s hand stays fixated on your back, sliding lower ever so slightly as he guides you through the various groups of people, many of them darting out of the way as the Mandalorian continues striding after the host.

The dominance he displays makes you eye him slightly, a familiar feeling pooling below. While you’ve been enjoying his gentle side as the two of you have begun to grow fonder of each other, blurring the lines between your friendship and something more, you’re beginning to give into your feelings a little more with every hour that passes. You’ve always found him to be menacingly confident, his energy exuding dominance and strength, but you’d never allowed yourself to become attracted to him for it. When you’d first met, he was in a relationship, after that, you were working on yourselves and your careers, and then, he had to help the child escape Nevarro. But now, what’s holding you back?

The host shows the two of you to a booth in the far corner of the room, curving into a U-shape to accommodate to its place against the two walls. Mando pats the curve of your lower back gently as you slide into the booth you’re shown to, causing your face to break out in a red blush. It’s not long though before you decide to use the restroom before ordering. You excuse yourself and head off, but on your way to the room, a female Pantoran approaches you.

“Your robes are beautiful!” she explains, her smile beaming brightly.

“Oh, thank you! I love your piercings!” Her skin is a radiant shade of blue and the jeweled piercings adorning her body shimmer brilliantly under the colored lights. You don’t often see others with as many piercings and silver jewelry as you.

“You’re so sweet! Where did you get your robes?”

“They’re from my home planet, Naboo.”

As the two of you continue to talk, a few more of her friends join in. Each Pantoran is more beautiful than the last, and soon they drag you onto the dance floor with them. You’re not a dancer, nowhere near it. The training you’ve endured over the years hasn’t exactly taught you how to be light on your feet. If Cara could see you know… she’d surely get a kick out of this.

You glance over to see Mando perk up at your situation, but you giggle and shrug to him, assuring him that you’re fine. Though you’re a nervous wreck when you finally get to the dance floor, you try your best to enjoy the moment. After all, you never had moments like this one. Moments where you could be so untroubled, so happy, so free. The last time you can think of a moment like this one would be, well, last night. It’s interesting that Mando’s been involved in both of these rare situations. If you wanted to think longer about it, you could reason that he’s the one that brings these emotions out of you in the first place.

Mando watches you intently as you dance around with your newfound friends, sliding to the curved, back part of the booth to get a better view. He’d cut someone’s hand off before letting them drag him to a dance floor, but he’d happily sit and watch you move through the music for as long as you wanted to. These women were right, your robes are beautiful, but it’s really you that makes them so attractive. Your body is outlined perfectly below the fabric of your long gown as it flows effortlessly around you. He sucks in a breath when he sees you turn, your smile almost blinding. You were so ethereal to him.

“What’s your name?” you ask the woman who first approached you.

“Kalina.” She smiles.

“Thank you, Kalina, for inviting me over, but I think I have to get back to my… uh…” What should you call him? What exactly is Mando to you? “My friend.” You eventually decide on.

“No! We’re having so much fun!”

“I know,” you laugh, “But I really should go back to my table. I feel bad leaving him by himself.”

“Okay,” she pouts, striding over to you. “It was great to meet you. I hope I see you again!”

Before you can respond to her farewells, her sky-tinted hands grasp the sides of your face, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You’re absolutely shocked by her actions as your eyes widen through the kiss. When she pulls back, she frowns at your expression.

“Did you not like that?”

Her question makes you think. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy the physical affection; Kalina is absolutely stunning, and you were no doubt attracted to her. Her body was beautiful, curving delicately in the best places, her light brown hair framing her face perfectly. She had an adorable nose with full lips sitting below it, and green eyes that twinkled under the colorful lights.

But knowing that Mando likely saw the kiss makes nervousness and shame crawl under your skin. Technically, the two of you weren’t together, and in reality, you had nothing to be ashamed of. But at the same time, you don’t want him to think you aren’t interested in him. Shit, how do you go about this?

“No, it’s not that I didn’t like it. I… I really did.” You gulp, flushing at the thought of kissing her again. “But I… I have feelings for someone.”

“Your friend?” she inquires, to which you nod in response. “Well, he’s lucky to have you. See you around, honey.” She smiles sweetly at you, running a finger along your cheek before turning to face her friends.

You make your way off the dance floor and back to the booth. You could practically feel Mando’s gaze as you kissed, there’s no way he didn’t see it. When you sit back down, he doesn’t bring his hand back to your knee. At this, a heavy feeling begins growing in the pit of your stomach, and it’s anything but desirable. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you until you decide to try and break the tension.

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” you laugh lightly, “I’ve never been out dancing. I can’t believe I stayed for so many songs.”

His reply is absent, and you decide to order a few shots for yourself to keep your nerves at bay. He watches you down your drinks, his helmet tilting slightly. His silence is deafening.

“Well… do you want to say anything? Or are you going to stay silent?” you question, annoyed at this point. “Why won’t you talk to me?” you demand.

He sucks in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “Have I made you uncomfortable?”

“What?”

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” he repeats, sterner this time.

“No, of course not.”

His question confuses you to no end. Why was he asking that? Where did that come from? Wait… does he think because that woman kissed you that you’re not attracted to him? Did he see the kiss and maybe assume the relationships you had in life weren’t heterosexual? I mean, not all of them were, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t interested in him.

“Mando,” you sigh, slipping closer to him.

You shuffle your way to his side so that his left arm rests behind you. You reach for his hand, your nerves subsided by the bright blue alcohol now flowing through your system as you become a bit daring. Placing the leather glove back on your knee, you continue talking.

“You don’t make me feel uncomfortable.” When he doesn’t reply, doesn’t even look at you, you gently lay a hand over the cheek of his helmet to turn him to face you.

“Did you see us kiss?” you decide to ask, officially addressing the elephant in the room.

“Yes.” He replies flatly.

“Did it bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?” His body is stiff against yours as you press further towards him. You grin at his stubbornness.

“I know you’re interested in me.”

Mando’s breathing picks up as you place a hand on his cuirass, your eyes staring into his visor. You smirk at the fact that you’re slowly but surely unraveling the seemingly impermeable warrior before you. He’s acted dominant over you before, not really in obvious ways but in subtle, small ones. His hand on your back, ordering for you, getting your bags for you, inviting you to sleep with him and then holding you through the night.

“Aren’t you attracted to me?” you question, yearning for him to finally come out and say it; because when he does, there won’t be anything holding you back.

“Yes.” He confesses after a moment, his voice murmuring through his modulator. The hand on your knee tightens, causing you to curl your fingers over the top edge of his cuirass.

“Were you jealous?” your grin stays on your lips as you speak to him, loving the control you have in the current situation now that he’s ultimately given in to his feelings. The hand behind you reaches up to grab your waist, now fully holding you against him.

His voice is low and rough as he grunts out his response. Simply your name, a warning.

“Don’t be,” Your delicate hand slips from his cuirass, slowly sliding down until it rests on his lower belt. “I don’t want her. I want you.”

You’re shocked at his impatience as he hauls you through the streets. His grip on your hand is bruising as you struggle to catch up, his strides much larger than yours.

“Wait, Mando!” you call out, grabbing the hand he has on your wrist. He turns to look at you before grabbing your bicep and shoving you backwards into a side alley.

“What are you –”

“You can’t just say things like that.” He huffs, his hands pressing on either side of your head against the brick wall. “You can’t say you want me.”

“What? Why?” your eyes shoot up to his visor.

The words come out sounding childish and whiny, but you can’t help it; you’re extremely confused. You thought you had control back in the restaurant, but it’s clear the grip you had on the situation is falling from your grasp like fine sand through spread fingers. Mando shakes his head at you, hanging it down between his arms.

“It’s making me go crazy.” He admits, his helmet tilting back up to look at you. “Watching you walk around in your bra, pressing your ass against me while we sleep, dressing like this… you can’t say you want me and expect me not to show you how bad I’ve wanted you.”

"Show me," you beg, your hands grasping at the fabric around his neck. "Show me, Mando." Now, you're more than eager to get back to the Crest. His visor stays fixed on your gaze for a short moment before he pulls you off the wall.

"Let's go." He demands while dragging you back to the city's streets and toward the ship.

It’s not long before you reach the outer gates of the city, and the excitement courses through your veins as you know the Crest isn’t too far off. At this point, you’re incredibly turned on by him. His confidence, the reaction he brings out in others, the dominance he displays just by walking through the crowd. You loved being by his side as he led you to your seats, his hand inches from your ass. You can’t believe that he finally confessed his feelings, that he actually voiced his want for you.

When you reach the Crest, you notice he doesn’t open the ramp right away. Instead, you find yourself backed against a nearby tree as his hands find your waist. You grin, loving his returning confidence. He’s so close to you… it makes a shiver run up your spine. You feel like prey… completely vulnerable as he towers over you. Your head swims with thoughts of the previous night, feeling him so intimately close, and you can’t help but reach up to grab his shoulders as your emotions rush over you. You guide him closer, letting his body crowd yours against the wood. Your hands wander a bit further up to his neck as you begin to play with the fabric of his cape. His hands slide down and curve around to your back, landing on the softness of your ass. Gloved hands cup you gently, and you hum happily, his actions spurring you on.

You become bold, perhaps a bit bolder than you should be. Maybe it’s due to the liquor you downed or maybe it’s due to the feelings you’ve let yourself embrace, but you can’t help yourself. His tanned skin peaks out from the fabric you’re fondling, just below his jaw, and you immediately lean forward, nuzzling against him as you plant a soft kiss on his bare skin.

“Cyar’ika,” he groans, his grip now bruising against your soft skin.

A grin forms on your lips at his reaction before you sink your teeth into the skin of his neck, licking and sucking while your hands explore the edges of his cuirass. His breathing picks up as his hands move higher to rub against your back, molding your body against his. After kissing the mark you’ve left on the Mandalorian standing before you, you lean back far enough to stare into his visor, your hand cupping the side of his helmet. Your tongue slips out to wet your bottom lip before biting it as adrenaline rushes through you. This causes one of his hands to grab at your ass once more while the other travels to your upper ribs, just below your bust. His deep breaths rapidly rise and fall as he takes in the sight of you. Your grip on his cape tightens and your eyes shoot back down to the mark you’ve made, causing wetness to pool between your thighs.

“I’ve wanted you… since I first met you.” He admits, his voice quiet. His hands stroke your body lovingly, squeezing gently every now and then.

“Mando…” you breathe out, a little shocked.

You’re taken back a bit by this confession, because it’s something you never knew. Of course, you knew the Mandalorian was fantastic at hiding his emotions, but you never imagined he’d be this good at it. You were only eighteen when you joined the crew you met Mando through. You both were so young and, honestly, really stupid. And anyways, he had already formed a relationship with your other female crew member by the time you joined. You never would’ve guessed he had such strong feelings for you from so early on.

With his gaze still set on you, he glides his other hand up until they both rest below your breasts. You sigh softly, tilting your head back against the tree while he explores you. Your chest pushes up as you arch your back slightly, and you can see his visor very obviously shoot down as the swell of your breasts expands below him. His reaction makes you smirk, and you reach down to grab one of his hands, guiding him to touch you. Leather covered fingers slide up to run along your outer arm, over your shoulder, along your collarbone, traveling down to follow the dip of your exposed cleavage. Your hand drops as his curiosity grows, his finger curling to pull down the hem of you dress even further. While he focuses on your chest, you decide to reach down again, but below his belt this time. It’s easy to find his hardening length pressing against the fabric of his pants, twitching as you grip him in your hand. Pleasure pulses through your nipples as his hands cup your tits, running his thumbs over the hardened peaks. Then, ever so slightly, you feel is hips rock against your palm.

“Please.” It comes out as a needy whine as you accept your loss of control. After all, his dominance was one of the most alluring things about him, and after getting tastes of it here and there… you now craved it.

With your simple plea he leans down a bit, grabbing the back of your thighs to haul you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as your surprised squeal quickly turns into an excited giggle. Your hands find the fabric of his cape once more as he quickly strides toward the silver ship.

Once inside, he turns to close the ramp, sealing the two of you in for the night. His body doesn’t leave yours as he fidgets with the control panel before striding towards the end of the hull, pressing your back against the cool metal. He’s eager to feel you, to feel your skin on his. So eager that it takes just seconds for him to strip his hands of his leather gloves and toss them onto the storage crates in the far corner.

He wastes no time gripping your thighs as he helps you to straddle his waist. You throw your head back, sighing as you feel his solid length pressing against your covered heat. You grip the fabric along his neck and shoulders as parts of his armor rub over your covered clit at the most beautiful angles. Mando’s hands reach for the skin of your ass underneath your tunic, sliding easily underneath the fabric. He palms at your flesh as he moves, rolling your hips against his. Your lips find the exposed skin you’d discovered minutes earlier as you mark him again, and again. One of his hands shoots up to hold the back of your neck, keeping your lips pressed against him as he savors the feel of your lips and tongue on his skin. Oh Maker, was that a moan you just heard? Deep and rough as it came through his vocoder between your heavy breaths.

“You said you want this.” He grunts, “What do you want from me, sweet girl? Tell me what you want.” His begs come out raspy and breathless as he continues grinding his hips into you. The feeling of his hips shamelessly rolling against yours as he gives into his desires as exhilarating.

“I want you, Mandalorian. I want to feel more of you.” You moan out, reaching up to cup the side of his helmet.

Mando growls, low and primal at your words. His body pins yours firmly against the wall as his hands drop from your ass to fumble with his belt. While tightening the grip your thighs have on his waist, you reach down to pull your strapless dress up and over your body, tossing it carelessly to the floor. All you’re left in is your long black robe, your panties, and the sandals strapped along your calves.

“Mando…” you whisper breathlessly as you feel the Mandalorian free himself from the confines of his pants. He tugs at his cock, the tip already leaking against your thigh.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his helmet tilting slightly as he watches your reaction.

“Yes.” You reply instantly, staring down between your bodies as you nod. You wish so badly that you could kiss him, reach up and drag his mouth to yours. Taste his tongue as it danced along yours, swallow his moans while he experienced your body for the first time.

Wetness continues to drip from your folds as you watch him fist himself. The fact that this is all happening while he’s still in his armor, so broad and menacing as the Beskar adorns him, only stokes the flame burning inside you.

He hums, a wondering tone to it as he considers his next move. His other hand moves over your thigh and down to your heat, your clit now throbbing in anticipation as he moves your panties to the side.

“I think I wanna try something else first.” He grumbles, his forehead moving closer to yours while your puppy dog eyes stare up at him.

His fingers reach around the curve of your ass, brushing against you. Even as he moves, sliding his digits through your folds, you can feel his gaze. You’re the first to give in, though, as they roll back once a single finger slips inside. A breath of relief rushes out of you, your body tingling at his touch. His finger is thick inside you, causing exquisite waves of pleasure to begin forming in your hips and lower stomach.

“Yeah?” he huffs out, his voice rough as his finger retracts before pressing back in. A whimper escapes from your lips as he adds a second.

“Fuck, how long have you been this wet?” he groans, pumping his fingers into you, your walls fluttering slightly around him.

“Since you had your hand on my back, leading me through that crowd.” You admit breathlessly, grinding back into his hand.

“Liked seeing you like that. So dominant and intimidating.”

His moan hits the air as you speak to him, full of lust while he works his fingers into you. You cry out once they curl, hitting something delicious inside you. Picking up on your body’s cues, he shifts his pelvis against you just enough for pieces of his open belt to press against your clit.

“Mando, yes!”

“You want to cum, mesh’la?” he asks gruffly as he shoves his fingers in and out of you.

All you can do is nod against him with ragged breaths while you grip onto his pauldrons. You can’t believe this is finally happening, and so far, it’s only been his fingers.

“Then cum. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers, sweet thing.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach your release. It’s sudden, much quicker than with your past partners. The feeling is exquisite as your body tightens and convulses around his fingers, the feeling of his Beskar armor rubbing against your clit making you delirious. You shriek against him as you try to keep quiet, knowing the child is still sleeping. Your breathing is harsh and hurried as bliss pulses through you, forcing you to buck your hips into his hand as you ride out your high.

“Mm…” he sighs happily, massaging your inner channel before removing his fingers.

“Good girl.”

Oh Maker, his voice, his praise. You’ve become a needy mess, and all for him. More of him, all of him. He uses your cum to lubricate his length before positioning himself against your entrance. You grab onto his neck when he lifts you slightly only to lower you back down onto him. You gasp at the sensation as he continues to press into you, slightly pulling his hips back before sinking his length deeper inside. He’s thicker than you’d imagined him to be, and longer than you’d experienced in the past. Each inch stretches you open as he presses into you, shifting his hips up while lowering you further down. The two of you breathe out in unison when he bottoms out inside you, pleasure swimming through your veins at finally engaging in the actions you’ve been fantasizing of.

“Mesh’la,” He mumbles through his modulator. “You’re so beautiful. Not just tonight. Every night.”

Your eyes close as you sigh at his sweet words, smiling happily. When your hand falls on the back of his neck, he leans forward to place his forehead against yours. The tips of your fingers curl into the dark fabric draping down his back as he begins to move, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, beginning to build a rhythm.

You adjust to his length quickly as the pleasure inside you builds once more, welcoming his presence. It’s not long before his gentle hold turns into a bruising grip as he continues moving your hips off of him before slamming them back down. Moans and whines fill the air inside the hull, along with the sound of your body slapping against his eager hips.

“I’ve wanted this – fuck, for so fucking long.” He grunts out, his pace only increasing.

From this angle you can feel the muscles in his lower stomach and upper thighs tighten and flex as he spears himself into you. You gasp when he changes the angle, leaning your hips toward the floor so he can rut down into you. His swollen tip presses deep inside you, finding the sensitive area that makes you see stars.

“Me too, Mando… oh, fuck!” you cry out, trying to use your words but failing to utter any more.

“Yeah? Right there, sweet girl?” He asks, chuckling to himself when you cry out again.

“Yes, yes!” you shriek, taking the full force of him thrusting into you.

“Holy shit, Mando.” He proves to be a quick learner as he glances down, swaying his hips until pieces of his armor rub back over your sensitive clit.

“Can you cum for me again?” Mando asks in a tone so sweet that your heart nearly bursts.

“Please… make me.”

He hammers into you, keeping pressure on that deliciously delicate spot deep within your sex. Your walls clench around him, and your hands grip his armor tighter as you feel your impending release. His head lowers to rest on your shoulder as he continues panting, the friction on your clit increasing with each thrust.

“Mando, I’m… fuck, fuck –” you cry out, smacking your hand against his cuirass as your high crashes into you.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he coos, not slowing himself in the slightest as your orgasm rushes through you.

“Maker, you looked so good… so good in that dress tonight.” He grunts out. “Too many eyes on you,” he continues, “on what I want.”

The Mandalorian groans roughly above you, and your body shivers in response. His heavy panting speeds up as if he can’t catch his breath as he continues talking.

“Making me jealous. Kissing that Pantoran.”

“She – oh shit... she kissed me.” Even through your passionate gasps, you do your best to explain yourself. The aftershocks of your orgasm roll through you as he chases his own high.

“I want you to be mine.” He confesses without hesitation. It’s sudden, surprising, yet it fulfills a desperate need you've had for months.

“I’m yours,” you promise. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck!” he gasps out, his hips losing their rhythm, yet thrusting into you with continued strength. “W – where?”

“Inside,” you whisper devilishly, pressing your face into the fabric between his neck and shoulder, “You can cum inside me. I’m safe, I promise.”

With your reassurance, he lets go. He ruts into you harshly as each white rope spurts out of him. The feeling is foreign to you, but not uncomfortable. It’s warm as it fills you, and you suddenly come to terms with the realization that the Mandalorian just came inside you. The thought alone makes you feel like you could cum on him all over again.

His Beskar cuirass steadies as his breathing calms, eventually slowing his thrusts until your bodies still against each other. Your arms wrap fully around his neck as you nuzzle yourself into him, and he returns your affections by shifting his hands up. Large, strong arms wrap around your back as he holds you against him, his helmet resting on your shoulder. After a few more seconds, he pulls himself out of you and drops you gently to the cool floor below. A hand floats up to brush some hair out of your face before tilting you up to meet his covered eyes. He holds your chin while his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Mesh’la.”